4 Better Or 4 Worse - The Pharcyde

4 Better Or 4 Worse

The Pharcyde

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Lyric

Uh, do you take, Rhymealinda

Do you love me, Tre, do you really love me?

To be your lawfully, wedded, wife?

Uhh, uhh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do!

Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wet

To Rhymealinda I remember, um, when we first met

In eighty-two, back in school used to play up all the fools

Sometimes you'd be my number five, sometimes you'd be my twenty-two

But um, screw the dumbshit, 'cause little Rhymea's true

I can't wait to say "I do" and "Oh yeah, honey, there's no due"

I got my chariot, rollin', now I'm mic controllin'

Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in

We're rollin' all strikes, we're havin' little tykes

One is little Mike, the other's Ike, I'm sure that you would like

To hold 'em, or maybe stroll 'em on their little bikes

When they're born, I've sworn, to bring 'em up right

You know, dope is how I breed 'em, beats is what I'll feed 'em

They'll be healthy like a health nut, I'm sure you shake your butt

Kick the verse preacher, and I won't disperse

Here's my life, Rhymealinda, for better or for worse

And you don't stop, you don't stop

And you don't stop, you don't stop

And you don't stop, you don't stop

And you don't stop

And you don't stop, you don't stop

And you don't stop, you don't stop

And you don't stop, you don't stop

And you don't stop

Well it's done, she tagged me, duck duck goose

I'm batter up, I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce

The power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five mag

Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag

Droppin' so much grammar, gotta slam it down my mouth

Shup? I met a slut, she put me in the rut G

With the dip that was down with me from the whole front

Now front me, never too cool however

I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter

Fix it up, eat it down, throw it in the gutter

(Gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta

Skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water

Now the water's gettin' hotter, so I bought her a new ring

Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing

I gotta kiss her ass my tongue I hold before I curse

If you really want me bitch, take me for better or for worse

And you don't stop and you don't stop

And you don't stop and you don't stop

And you don't stop and you don't stop

And you don't stop and you don't stop

And you don't stop and you don't stop

And you don't stop and you don't stop

(I got it! Hello?)

Well, this is the final chapters (Hello?)

Of me, so we're going to rack up (Who is this?)

In tune, in tune, in tune, a button (Why are you calling my house?)

A button, a button, oh c'mon, honey (Who is this? What?)

Would you come along with me down (Mike, is that you?)

The lane and I will pick your brain (Oh my god, who is this?)

I won't be good like you think I will (I'll fucking call the cops)

I'll take a hammer and start to drill your skull

And then I'll really start pickin' your brains out, I will be lickin'

(I'm gonna call the cops, okay? Quit fucking around)

You taste so intelligent, ahh (Hello, who is this?)

Yes yes yes, you trusted me

Now I busted the (Help! Who is this?)

Top of your skull (What are you doing? Why are you calling me?)

You thought the day was going to be dull?

Make it very exciting

I took your fingers, then I started biting (Who are you?)

And then I scraped the meat off the bone (Stop calling here!)

Of your leg, you tried to make me beg

But I had to insist, I had to insist

I went up your pussy with my fist (Ahhhhhh!)

Okay, I think we've gone a little bit overboard (I'm gonna call the cops!)

Don't stop it yet (Fuck you, don't call my house!)

Like this, like this

Like this, like this

Yo, I'm Audi Geee

No doubts manufactured

No, ahh, copies, we can't, ahh, do copies

No copies, okay

Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show?

That's what it really is, huh?

Is that what you want? What you talkin' about?

What you talkin' 'bout, nigga?

Whatchu know 'bout the problems of L.A.?

I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems

Of the people in the L.A

See the brothers needs some type of education

And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh

Community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community

Grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from

The tree if you don't water the grass

So, nigga, get off your rusty black ass

Like this, nananana, like this

You can get with this, or you can get with that

I think you get with this because Fat Lip's fat

Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat!

Uhh, okay, umm, okay uh, keep going, keep going, keep going

Keep going, ay Romye Romye, come here, come here

- It's already the end -